DCish Stuff I Did This Year

I've resurrected The Blog. Again.

Here's the skinny on the new name:

I'm a grammar GEEK. If I could marry spelling, I would.



(Not that Spelling.)

Hopefully my grammar and spelling will be somewhat error-free, and I will use proper…capitalization.

But this is also a blog about my transformation into a true DC dweller. I moved into The District in 2012, and I'm slowly getting my bearings. So I'll discuss my…Capitalization. Nyuk nyuk nyuk.

To kick things off, I'd like to name just a few of the quintessential DC things I've already got under my belt after my first year in the city.

1. I went to the White House. Twice, bitches. We're not talking your regular sixth grade field trip. I took a tour of the West Wing. Like, a behind the scenes kind of tour. A tour that would make you way jealous if I told you about it. Which I'm not going to. The second time I went to the Obama crib was by invitation. (OK, I was a guest.) And I totally almost kind of saw the top of Barack and Michelle's heads over the crowd of people waiting to shake their hands. And if I had been willing to give up cotton candy, soda or kettle corn to stand in line, I would have been right there. The closest I ever got to another president was when Bill Clinton went to church in Culpeper on the way to his inauguration in 1993.



2. I've started riding my bike to work. It's almost 12 miles round-trip. Twelve. Of course it's taken a while to work up to that. The first day went something like this...

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3. I attended an election night party. I was not aware of this phenomenon. True, DC basically bathes in politics like The Situation bathes in Acqua di Gio. For weeks, locals chose their candidates by choosing their cocktails. And working in "the private sector" (like me), as opposed to the government, is a rarity. But the election night party was really the icing on the political cake for me. It was seriously like watching the Super Bowl.



Otherwise, I've just been insisting on eating only at the latest and greatest restaurants, bitching about the Metro, wearing a shitload of J.Crew, and going to happy hour like every day. I believe that if I continue on this path, I will become a bona fide DC dweller. Someday.